[ Gods, but it's horrid. He tasted Old Sharlayan's original panaloaf and survived, how could it be worse than that? Now Cedrik understands: he was a fool and must suffer for his hubris. The honeyed worms of Mord Souq were as ambrosia in comparison, and the protein in those made him physically ill. It coats his tongue and sicks in his throat, where each swallow makes him question the futility of life--or afterlife--with more doubt than he'd felt in Ultima Thule.
There are chunks.
Even the Restless who served him looks concerned. Glancing past, the old soul notices Joonghyuk staring and awkwardly beckons him closer. ]
Er--what about you, youngster? Care to try?
[ It's at that moment that Cedrik slaps the mug back down, emptied, face twisted in agony as he forces himself to swallow the last bit...and then he goes still. ]
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There are chunks.
Even the Restless who served him looks concerned. Glancing past, the old soul notices Joonghyuk staring and awkwardly beckons him closer. ]
Er--what about you, youngster? Care to try?
[ It's at that moment that Cedrik slaps the mug back down, emptied, face twisted in agony as he forces himself to swallow the last bit...and then he goes still. ]